Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's a time and a place for everything, and it's called post grad school life
I'm going to bed now, Mommy. I put my tooth under the pillow.
in the short amount of time you have left?
that real and not real are one.
It's beyond rational thought, you guys!
What does it look like we're doing, Butters?
Ample parking day or night People spouting, "Howdy, neighbour"
How dare you?
That's what grown-ups do. They lie. Lie right to your face.
Don't say "tits," Eric.
Your son wouldn't happen to be an alligator, would he?
Hey, man, I don't need dope.
- Kyle? - I am nothing and everything.
Sega? Sega? Wha...?
Oh, thank you.
then swing you back in the house to grab it!
You guys! You're not going to believe this!
Right on our turf, boss! I ain't never seen that kind of...
With your money and your fancy clothes and your cell phones!
Did you bastards really think you could hide from me forever?
And where, pray, is this "Montreal"?
Oh, never mind.
- Come on, now. - Hey, kid.
Come on, you guys, I say we create our own mob crime family.
I also understand that you lost a tooth today.
Chef?
Back to you, Tom.
You know how there's always the dumb guy
Work for you, have my penis cut off.
You can compound daily my ass with interest, Mom.